My first thought: My mother was a hummingbird. Let me explain. She weighed 65 lbs when she died. And up until the end she was flitty and flighty and fidgety ... and I used to always tell her she was like a hummingbird... flying around forwards, backwards, up, down, in circles, too fast to keep up with her pace ... and she weighed nothing. NOTHING. My hummingbird. I wish I could hold her hand. I wonder if she senses me, if she knows I miss her. Thanks for the memory.